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		I was at the bottle bank with my carrier of empty bottles as usual. As each bottle clattered and tinkled into the plastic container I wondered, “what happens to all this glass?” As the last bottle fell I peered into the bottle bank 'porthole'. I couldn't believe it! A city, painted from fragments of coloured glass, lit by sunlight. A place with houses and gardens, shops, people and teddy bears living and playing amongst them!

				"Have you seen them?" asked a smiling man in a yellow jacket. I jumped back and tried to answer, my voice struggled to reply. "Yes I think so..." The man in the yellow jacket grinned and gave out a big laugh "There's much more to see, if you want?" he continued, leaning forward as he spoke. "That's the magic of glass" he revealed "Look again" "I'm not sure… " I stammered but as the words slipped from my lips I gazed back into the big green bin.

						"Glass can be recycled forever,” he continued, “what things those bottles have been? Special things, a crystal ball, an ancient mirror or a bottle from a Roman Villa... perhaps even a secret potion? Some say glass traps light forever; something magical survives. What you see is that light some real, some...perhaps? Enjoy what you see, not everyone can see it."